On Saturday morning I had a nice relaxing morning. I took a long bath and shaved myself completely. I had bought a new lingerie outfit for the occas...on. We drove into the city early and had a nice lunch with wine to keep my nerves in check. As arranged we got to the club around 2pm and there were all ready guys hanging around in the club. The doorman checked us in, the bar was open and music was playing. I felt like I had lots of eyes on me as we walked through to Chris’ office. There. All of the farm workers and the owner-families were gathered together in the rectangular courtyard of the sprawled out farm that supplied the British Army in Boston with the chickens, eggs, and other produce that fed the enlisted troops with regularity and eliminating the need to re-supply from sources back in Europe transported over thousands of miles in a logistical nightmare of a supply train that never ended.This particular farm was not one of the “Tory” ones that were quite happy to assist. "I’d rather be with you..." she murmered, "alone..." And she lifted another olive off her plate, extending it to him. He sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue along her finger, keeping his eyes on her. She shifted, smiling and then slowly pulled her finger from his mouth. They sat a moment in silence and then she leaned close."Follow me." She rose, and walked calmly toward the back of the room, disappearing into the hall.Peter watched her go and then stood, stretching, nonchalontly. . As my load hit the shower wall I took solace that, unlike some of my old friends, I was doing more than masturbating on a Friday night.After I finished my shower and got redressed, I walked down to the main level of our house. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could hear the moans of ecstasy coming from the front hallway. When I arrived, I saw my mother on all fours as Tommy fucked her from behind. She looked so hot as her eyes rolled back while her body quivered. I quickly took my pants.